Judge — January 23, 1897 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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BETTER THAN APOLOGY. WALKING along the path, barely wide enough for one, which runs by the eastern pier of High bridge, I meet a pretty girl on her wheel coming round the south end of the pier. She barely escapes running into me. She sees my vexation and knows that an apology is due. But, no. Instead of that she says gayly, “It’s only me,” and rides on, leaving me in admiration of this new and naive way of settling a difficulty. ae SHE DIDN’T KNOW. +S VWVELL.” said Mr. Spokes afer giving a reluctant consent to his daughter's engagement and try- ing to be facetious, “1 suppose I shall receive an invita- tion to the weddin; “T don't know about that, papa,” replied the daugh- ter. “You didn’t invite me to yours, you know.” A NIGHT OUT. Mrs. Jones—"And you will come home early, won't you, dea PRESENCESOF KIND. 7 Jones (who is going to the club)—" Yes, darling; but Chote (Ganediph—" Gulek, Mics Spluciee! “Take my: tand> should 1 be a little late you need not wait breakfast on my Miss SrinsteR—"* Oh, Cholly ! this is so sudden !” account. OUR WINTER GIRL. FROM her our troth we may not part Till summer comes again. The world bows to her gay decree, And plays mad pranks to win the grace Of this divinity, Of every song she’s the refrain ; Art worships her fair face. With magazines she’s all the rage, And like a lover fond and sage Junot. folds her to his inmost heart Upon his double page. Bt Le AVARY, JAY’S IDEA. Josh Medders— How does that nephew of Judge Tophill’s, that is visitin’ him, lool Jay Green— Waal, he’s so cross-eyed that | guess he has to lay on his back to look down the well.” CAUSE OF THE CHANGE, QUITE NATURAL. Mrs. Smith— Bridg Gnizziy Pere—"'I see yer got a boxin’-instructor in town.” Ars, Smith" Bridget, told you to ger hans Bronco Perz—" Yep. He's planted over in de cemetery, though.” for lunch, and you got steal Grizziy Pete—'* How did dat happen?" Bridget— Shure, Oi niver eat ham.” Broxco Perr" He give a lesson.” AN ENTHUSIAST. - . Leaper—"' Say, Sharkey, put th’ soft pedal on them cymbals. You ain't doin’ NO EARTHLY USE. no W Mrs. WeLLMENT—"* Poor fellow ! have you no friends?" Wot's th’ matter—do T drown out th’ flute ?” R (sobbing)—"* No, leddy ; I hain’t got nuthin’ but Great Scott ! I can't even hear th’ bass-drum.”” comicbooks.cdm {